MTV generally doesn’t send programs out for review, and absorbing an utterly mindless exercise like “A Double Shot at Love” -- a double-your-fun sequel of sorts, which made its debut Tuesday -- it’s clear why.

MTV generally doesn’t send programs out for review, and absorbing an utterly mindless exercise like “A Double Shot at Love” — a double-your-fun sequel of sorts, which made its debut Tuesday — it’s clear why. The so-called Ikki twins, Vikki and Rikki, are hot, blond and bisexual, upping the ante from original “star” Tila Tequila. What they don’t do very well is read dialogue, and the producers appear to have scripted plenty of it for them, as well as their eager-to-please suitors. On the plus side, it’s a premise utterly without pretense — one that assumes when in doubt, more brazen is better.

“When I saw her, I was fully erect,” one of the guys proclaims after having been airlifted in by helicopter, and let’s just take his word for that. Although there are plenty of protestations about the quest for romance, the series is all about sex in a back-of-the-limo kind of way. Perhaps that explains why the set looks as if it was decorated by David Lynch, and people keep shoving their tongues down the Ikkis’ throats.

The first hour — which introduces male and females vying for the Ikkis’ affections — needlessly built toward a big “reveal,” where contestants discover that Rikki and Vikki (who have been trading off till then, rather creepily watching their other half on monitors) are in fact twins. A tease for future episodes contains fighting, tears and an ambulance, so you know this has to get good.

MTV, of course, hasn’t gotten very good. Instead, the channel has thrown most of its resources into plumbing the shallowest depths of the reality pool, while benefiting from print publications’ hunger to attract a younger audience by documenting the exploits of empty vessels like “The Hills” crowd and their ilk.

Fair enough, and it’s been a reasonably successful strategy. In terms of the channel’s unfulfilled promise, though, it’s all a bit icky — or Ikki, if you prefer.